A Top Art Thief, but He Crosses the Line to Catch Ghosts

Theo, L. A.'S hottest magician and the world's top art thief... Died in an accident before his performance. The good news is that he was born again. The bad news is: "——You say I am a ghost hunter? This villa we are living in is cursed??" Theo glared at the employer who came to the door and confirmed again. "That's right!" The heir to the villa burst into tears, "Three people died within two days of moving in! The bodies were placed in the stairwell!" "What should we do? That witch will definitely take away a fourth person tonight. I don't want to die!" Theo: "..." He doesn't want to either! How could this happen? What can he do? Perform free magic tricks for witches, steal from witches... Wait, steal? Theo grabbed the heir's shoulder: "This 'Baba Yaga' you are talking about, she follows the most basic conservation of matter... I mean, the alchemical law of equivalent exchange?" Maybe he could try stealing the cursed supplies? Theo: "Oh, by the way. Don't call me a ghost hunter. Call me a ghost hunter. It sounds much hipper." ——A few months later. Theo's little treasury is getting fuller and fuller, and some kind of terrifying and hateful urban legend is gradually emerging among ghosts and monsters: "The Ghost Hunter" is said to be a human ghost hunter. But no one knows if he is really human, they can only be sure that he is not a serious ghost hunter. And they focus exclusively on respectable targets. He can always steal your most cherished treasures, even yourself, in the blink of an eye. Flying Holland was sailing well, poof! The captain and crew fell into the water. The people of the Winchester Mystery House are well fed, and the entire mansion disappears! The most terrifying thing is that that existence also stole the night of Wild Hunt and the childhood of Ghost Mantong... Both night and childhood can be stolen! Is this a human job? ! So, please remember, once you receive a notice letter from this guy, don't fall asleep, don't blink, and hold your head tight. Theo returned to his old job and gradually became comfortable as a fish in water. While sneaking in the night, he muttered: "I really miss those old days... The goals I have to think about every day are just babies that can't run away. How is it like now?" Forget it. Don't pretend you don't enjoy it. The companion's voice came from the headset, with a hint of dissatisfaction in the banter: [Is the challenge absolutely impossible? Can you add those mansions and famous paintings that no one can touch to your private collection openly? Stealing but got official approval? [Admit it, you totally enjoy it. Theo paused deliberately: "You know what I enjoy more?" The red cardinal on the other end of the headset said: [Not interested. Don't want to know. Keep going. Theo just wanted to finish: "You can't stand me, but you can't kill me." Cardinal Red: […] The next day. Theo, who woke up in Cardinal Red's bed at three o'clock in the morning: "..." ... He said "it can't be done"! Who allowed you to ignore the last two words without permission? ! # In fact, Cardinal Red was not in the International Psychiatry Department at the beginning. He was originally in charge of economic crimes and had captured so many famous criminals, but the one that stuck with him the most was still the art thief C. M. Who was on the top of the most wanted list but had never been caught. He spent almost his whole career studying such a person, so much so that he knew more about this person than himself, and his case study notes were piled up throughout his study. But just when he finally touched a little bit of this person's tail and rushed to meet him excitedly, he saw a piece of news. [The world-class treasure magician, Theo Morrow, unfortunately passed away in Los Angeles due to his courageous act of justice...] He froze and looked down at the notes in his hand. The name written on the sticky note at the top was none other than "Theo Moreau." He didn't even know how he got back to his apartment. He threw away all but one of his notes. Write very slowly on it: [In memory of the fall of a genius...] He went to the grave of the great magician to lay flowers for three days and drank bitter coffee for three nights. Then he discovered that this guy seemed to be maybe... Resurrected through a dead body? The next day, the chief who was preparing to promote Cardinal Red to the position of department head received a job-hopping report. Chief: "???" Why are you, a member of the Economic Crimes Division, applying for the paranormal department? ? Let me tell you how many ghosts you can recognize! ! Intention: There is always a moment in life when we should realize that we cannot escape forever. Responsibility and love coexist.